St. Patrick’s Day is here and of course Google gives us a holiday logo with an Irish twist:
St. Patrick’s Day wouldn’t exist if not for the man himself! But how much do we know about him?
Did you know that he spent six years of slavery in Ireland until he escaped and undertook religious training abroad?
Saint Patrick is believed to have been born in the late fourth century and is often confused with Palladius, a bishop who was sent by Pope Celestine in 431 to be the first bishop to the Irish believers in Christ.
Saint Patrick was the patron saint and national apostle of Ireland who is credited with bringing Christianity to Ireland.
For me it’s the one day a year that everyone likes to pretend they’re Irish, so they can get drunk and be extra obnoxious on a weekday.
You’ll see the occasional “Kiss Me, I’m Irish” pin on the lapels of co-workers and sales clerks. The better looking they are, the less they actually want you to try and kiss them. Believe me.
People like to wear green on this day, too. I don’t. I have nothing against it, I am Irish, but don’t feel I have to be involved.
I figure having a name like “Sean” excludes me from trying to be Irish (or “fake Irish” for the day). The only name more Irish than mine is “Irish O’Irishson” and he’s a jerk.
Anyway, have a nice day, drink lots of Guinness and for those of you on a mission to get lots of kisses, I send you a little Irish good luck.
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I went to a wedding today where the groom and almost half the guests were Mormon. That’s right, a dry wedding on St. Patrick’s Day. Not such a problem for a teetotaller like me, but I did hear plenty of muttered complaints from pretty much anyone not in the LDS church; on the way back from the wedding my ride stopped off to pick up three or four six-packs (Guinness and Killian’s Irish Red, naturally).
Oops, I missed a good excuse for some Guinness, my faforite beer (though some would argue that Guiness is Guiness, and not beer
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